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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.