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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.