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 Finland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.