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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.