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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.