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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.