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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.