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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
the Germs,
UT,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.