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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.