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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
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.