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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.