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 Chile 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.