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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.