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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.