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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.