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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.