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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.