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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.