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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.