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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.