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 Mali 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
JFA,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.