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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.