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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.