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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.