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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.