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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.