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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.