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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.