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 India and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.