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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.