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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.