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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.