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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.