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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.