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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
X-101,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.