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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.