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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.