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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
UT,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.