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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.