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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.