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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.