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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.