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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.