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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smoke 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.