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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
The Names,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.