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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.