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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Wire to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.