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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.