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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.