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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
X-102,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.