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 Guyana 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Television,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
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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.