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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.