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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.