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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Television,
Nas,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.