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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.