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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.