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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.