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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.