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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.