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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.