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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.