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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.