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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Organ,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.