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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.