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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.