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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.