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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.