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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.