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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.