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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.