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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
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Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.