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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.