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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Hoover,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.