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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.