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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.