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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
X-102,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.