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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.