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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.