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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.