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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Index,
Kas Product,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.