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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.