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 Israel and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.