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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
ABC,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.