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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.