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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.