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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
X-101,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.