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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
The Gories,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.