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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.