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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.