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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Can,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.