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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All MDC 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 jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.