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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.