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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.