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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
UT,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.