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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
PIL,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.