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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Monks,
Ludus,
ABC,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.