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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Doors,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.