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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.