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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.