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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.