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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.