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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.