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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.