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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.