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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.