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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
cv313,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.