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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
the Association,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.