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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.