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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.