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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Association,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.