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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.