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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.