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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Echospace,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.