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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.