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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Slackers 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.