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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.