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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '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 Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.