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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.