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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.