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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.