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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.