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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.