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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.