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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.