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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Television,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.