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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.