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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
The Victims,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.