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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.