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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.