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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.