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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.