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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Nas,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.