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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.