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 Greece and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.