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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.