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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.