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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.