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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.