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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.