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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.