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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.