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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.