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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.