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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Faust,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.