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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Television,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.