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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.