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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.