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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.