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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.