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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Khruangbin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.