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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.