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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.