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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.