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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Wings,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.