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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.