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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.