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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.