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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.