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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.