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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.