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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.