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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.