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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.