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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.