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 Vanuatu 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Q65,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.