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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.