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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.