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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.