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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.