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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.