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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.