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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.