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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.