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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
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.