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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.