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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.