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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.