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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.