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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.