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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.