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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.