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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.