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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.