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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.