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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.