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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.