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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.