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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Scion,
Chrome,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.