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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.