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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.