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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.