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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.