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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Gong,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.