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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.