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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.