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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.