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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.