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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.