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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.