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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Livin' Joy 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.