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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.