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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
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.