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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.