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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.