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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.