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 United Kingdom 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.