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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.