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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.