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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Fear,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.