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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.