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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.