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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.