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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.