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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 UT to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.