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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
UT,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.