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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.