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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.