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 Monaco and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.