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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 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 Funkadelic 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Television,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.