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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.