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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.