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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
MC5,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.