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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Brick,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.