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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.