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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.