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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
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.