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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.