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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.