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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.