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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
AZ,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.