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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.