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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.