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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.