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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.