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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.