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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Remains,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Can,
The Evens,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.