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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.