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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.