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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.