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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.