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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.