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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.