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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.