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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.