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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.