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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Crime,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.