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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.