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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.