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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.