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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.