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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.