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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.