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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.