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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.