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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.