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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.