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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
The Index,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.