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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.