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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.