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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.