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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
X-101,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.