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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.