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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.