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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 FM Einheit 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.