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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.