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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.