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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.