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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Q65,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.