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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.