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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.