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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.