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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.