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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.