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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.