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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.