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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.