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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.