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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
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.