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 Iran and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.