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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.