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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.