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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.