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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.