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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.