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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.