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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.