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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Gong,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.