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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.