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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.