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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.