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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
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 808 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 Move to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.