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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Can,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.