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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
ABC,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.