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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
John Holt,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.