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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.