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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.