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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
the Association,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.