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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.