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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.