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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.