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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.