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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Pole,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.