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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.