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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.