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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.