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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.