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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.