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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.