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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.