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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.