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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.