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 France and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.