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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.