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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Mars,
Slave,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.