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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.