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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.