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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.