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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.