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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.