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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.