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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.