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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.