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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Crime,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.