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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.