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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.