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 Iran 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.