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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.