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 Andorra 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.