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 Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Faust,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.