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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.