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 Moldova 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.