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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.