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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.