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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.