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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.