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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.