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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Television,
Wire,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.