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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.