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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.