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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.