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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Symarip,
10cc,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.