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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.