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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.