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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.