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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.