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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.