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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.