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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.