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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.