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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.