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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.