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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.