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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.