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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.