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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.