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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.