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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Pagans,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.