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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.