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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Nico,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Pole,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.