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 France and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.