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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.