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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.