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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
UT,
Gang Green,
Television,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.