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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.