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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.