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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.