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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.