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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.