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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Josef K,
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.