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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.