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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 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 DNA to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.