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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Brick,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.