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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Grass Roots to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.