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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Television,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.