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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.