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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Wings,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.