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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.