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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.