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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Pole,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.