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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.