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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.