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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
cv313,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.