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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.