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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.