Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.