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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.