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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.