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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.