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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Move to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.