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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.