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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.