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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.