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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.