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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Wire,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.