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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.