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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.