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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.