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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Magma,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.