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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
10cc,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Can,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.