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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.