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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.