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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.