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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Fear,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.