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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.