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 Spain 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.