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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.