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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.