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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.