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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.