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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.