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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
JFA,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.