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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.