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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Index,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.