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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.