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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Technova,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.