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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.