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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.