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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Names,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.