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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
JFA,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.