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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
New Order,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.