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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.