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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Associates 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.