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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 DJ Sneak 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.