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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.