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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.