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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Index,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.