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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Scion,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.