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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.