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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.