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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
June Days,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.