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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.