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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.