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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.