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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.