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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Gladiators 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Brick,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
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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.