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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.