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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.