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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.