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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.