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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.