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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.