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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.