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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.