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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Magma,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.