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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.