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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.