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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.