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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.