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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Can,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.