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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.