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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.