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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.