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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Television,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.