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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.