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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.