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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.