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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.