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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Crime,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.