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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.