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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.