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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.