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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.