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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.