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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.