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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.