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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.