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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.