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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.