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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.