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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.