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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.