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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.