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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.