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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.