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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.