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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 UT to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.