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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.