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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Scion,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.