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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Pole,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.