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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.