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 Poland 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.