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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.