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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.