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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.