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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.