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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.