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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.