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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.