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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.