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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 UT to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s 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 Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.