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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.