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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.