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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.