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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.