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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.