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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.