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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.