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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.