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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Drexciya,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.