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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.