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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.