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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.