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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Radiohead,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.