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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.