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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.