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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.