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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.