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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skriet to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.