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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.