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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.