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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.