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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.